Luyện nghe bài hát My Money Straight

[feat. Guce, Black C & Jun3]
[Talking:
What's happenin' y'all this mayne
I had to bring back old school mob sound
I had to go get my partna C and my nigga Guce
Yumtombout, nigga our money is straight,
Beotch!
[Hook: Yung
Please up me for one reason
My money
Whole of ice I'm freezing
My straight
And oh yeah, I'm E
My money
So please worry bout me
My straight
1: E-40]
Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a who play with a Gillette razor blade
With a of battery acid to throw my candy in case the po-po ray
I be beastin and I be savagin' and I be
Any bitch nigga that got a I'm molly whomp
Hoes be giving me all kinds of and hugges
But don't really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins
I be thuggin' it to the fullest I push
Be all up in the courthouse like Kush
Hiding in the fire truck mane I be gone
Every day by myself I smoke at least a half a
Finger on the chrome, it be known
in the dome, wanna know what's wrong
I ain't play to lose I play to win
If it's being generated then I want in
My stacks won't fold it won't
Brought a one room apartment (for what) to keep my money in (beotch)
[Hook x2: Jun]
[Verse 2: C]
Oh yeah, my money
You can ask them bad bitches in my until 8
Looking like they can't to put it in they face
If she ain't down with it then we plan a limit
Plus I represent this Bay, so I keep it res-ial
I'm gone off a so fuck how they fis-ial
A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm on you suckers
Ridin' round top down if a player smothered
We customs made 4's on the whip, holes sitting nice
The look blue but it's green in the light
We goin call a sprite rocking D-boy ice
My D-boy swag I'm from that D-boy
Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what call me
R.B.O. the camp hundreds point be the
Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like
And it's only bad that a real nigga call me
[Hook: Jun]
3: Guce]
Purple in my cup looking I'm playing posses
You can get it with this chopper or the shotgun
My money straight off the and the Vodka
we celebrate like I won an Oscar
Gangsta, from the city of choppers and bags
We ride shit that move fast it crawl that
We them toys all year like Toys-R-Us
You like a nigga that can't play and dump truck
[Laughs] I'm threw what they created ghetto
A trauma water ya trauma boy and still on call
I'm like the Phoenix Suns, playing zone
And make these bitches run for it, Jones
Finger fuckin' the like pussy when I felt the
You wanna beef I touch ya hat helper
When I'm on ya can't nobody help ya
Empty ass nigga not a leg a felt up
My straight
[Hook: Jun]